Choire Sicha writes in the Observer about the appeal of that rare breed, gay Republicans. Here’s a bit on the Log Cabin Republican “Big Tent” event last week in New York:
With their uniformly short hair, their near-uniform body weight of 175 pounds and their tightly knotted ties, one was sometimes overcome with the urge to be fucked right into a suburban kitchen. Perfect credit! Great jobs! Superb lawns! It’s morning in George Bush’s America, and Mr. Gay Republican is ready to tap the ass of Mr. Right.
That’s when I knew I had to keep reading.
» “Your Cabin or Mine? Looking for Mr. Right-Wing” (via Shane).